Tag: tw blood

I can breathe again

Literally. One of my ribs in the back popped out of its socket and it was literally one of the most painful things I’ve ever felt. I can take a punch like a champ, stitches to the face no problem, a giant bleeding gash like nobody’s business- but this had me lying facedown on my bed crying and gasping for air. If I moved, it hurt. If I inhaled it hurt. If I yawned (which I tried to do a lot because I wasn’t getting enough oxygen) it hurt. It took a few days, a lot of cracking, adjusting, ice packs, and heat packs for it to go back in. I swear I’m only twenty three.

Between that, a surprise illness, a poisoning, multiple clinic visits, several doctors appointments, copious trips to the pharmacy, and many, many, many ridiculous instances of bad luck I’ve had over the last week, I haven’t been very active on here. Like, my phone broke, I got my first speeding ticket ever, I almost got in a serious accident on the freeway today, I accidentally kicked off a baseboard just walking through the house, I messed up a blood test, ect ect ect. I’ve been utterly exhausted and super loopy and just not feeling well….I’m feeling just a little bit better, and no promises to myself, but hopefully things are looking up.

I expressed my desire to take up carving wands again to The Boy, and he did a “D:” face and reminded me of the time that I sliced my thumb straight down the middle with my biggest pocket knife

I’m still gonna do it

Finally!! I tried to go in for a blood draw yesterday, but apparently my meds make you super dehydrated and I didn’t know- so in addition to having notoriously hard veins to find, I had like, no fluids. They stuck me six times and couldn’t get anything. So I super hydrated and went in this morning- they stuck me a total of only TWO times. I’m bruised as fuck, and they didn’t get full vials, but THEY DID IT IM DONE. Yaaaaaaaaay

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I. Sunflowers

Your favorite flowers follow the sun,
and you’re lost following yourself
Uphill, downtown past little aqua houses

Little studio apartments,
At dawn warm bodies, hot coffee,
red bridges over cold bays, and housekeys on a lanyard

II. Meet me where the train tracks end

We’ll have sweet red wine while the nights are still warm
One star overhead and grass wet under our feet,
cigarettes rolled with rainbow pastel powdered fingers
throwing up heady clouds of exactly what we’re not allowed to smoke

Sharing blood and bruises between the two of us
like black liner, blue shadow, and red lipstick
Tequila mockingbirds with sketchbooks in our bags
and knives in our boots